Hello people. It's me... yeah I've been away for so long but I'm back for a bit with a very weird fic. I'm writing it very nonchalantly so please don't expect greatness but I've just needed to write something and well this is what's come out of it. It's OOC I guess, but at the same time due to the circumstance it's okay. Not really sure but this is an idea I had and I tried writing it. It's gonna be more than 3 chapters but not sure an exact length... it's just a nonchalant fanfic. Title taken from Lana Del Rey's "Dark Paradise" which will eventually be kinda the theme of this. Okay enough chit chat and here you go.

ALSO I DIDN'T EDIT BECAUSE I'M TOO TIRED TO CARE! DON'T HATE ME OR BE RUDE PLEASE...

I probably could have done better but ehhhhhh

-Cal [Cell93]

Chapter 1

Everything we thought about death was wrong as the unknown is truly the unknown and inconceivable to our existences until we've entered that abyssal realm. In death we heal more than any medicine could give us in mortality. Our souls don't have the trap of the traps of flesh. Our minds can no longer contradict the purity of what is a soul.

She barely has a sliver of herself left. All the murder, rage, anger, and vile wicked deeds has destroyed herself. There isn't enough to rebuild herself into a full being again. She's lost in the beautiful nebulous abyss of death. Heaven's gates are waiting for her. She'd been through hell already. The hellfire she felt daily from mental illness, the deep shredding and ignored regret, and her existence pained her. Death was the most freeing thing to ever happen to Bellatrix. She was no longer fighting this organ that broke her into such small pieces she. Ever was able to fix herself. Her brain and heart worked against her as a mortal, but in losing them... she was healed. No more mental struggles. She could think clearly and cleanly.

Bellatrix however couldn't get herself to enter the cliché golden gates of heaven. sShe stood at their monolithic end in a haunting out of character white dress, staring at them. She felt a pull back to Earth. She never said goodbye to her sisters. In honesty Bellatrix felt her sister Andromeda would be weary but never truly affected by her death. Why would she? Bellatrix shunned her because of ordeals of blood purity. Narcissa however Bellatrix missed more than Narcissa missed her... so Bellatrix thought.

In the distance there was a faint crying. It was heavily and full of wallowed bottled up sorrow. Bellatrix followed the noise away from the gaudy gates to the darkness. She wandered through the blackness. It was impossible to see anything, but there was nothing to see. Bellatrix followed the sound to a grey door. It was sitting there in the dark waiting for her. She knew it was for her only. There was a connection in energy as she neared it. It was a heavy aura that became a burden when she touched the handle. She heard a voice whisper to her soul;

"If you enter this door... you'll never return to the afterlife. You will not be a ghost. Just an energy that flows through the mortal world... never to be seen or heard..." it was a monotoned choir of the dead speaking to her. She didn't heed the warning. Bellatrix knew who was crying and she needed to say goodbye! Even if she'd never been heard she needed the closure. She'll just return to being energy of the universe and that to her was a better fate than existing in a overhyped and overrated realm she knew she didn't deserve to live in.

Bellatrix opened the door and quickly was consumed by a light. It devoured her and left her in a clearing in a woodland area. The crying was intensified. She followed it. Soon as she faded through the woods and trees Bellatrix found her sister sobbing at a tombstone in the woods. It had her, Bellatrix's name on it. Narcissa missed her sister more than Bellatrix ever imagined she would have.

"Cissy," she mumbled only to remember she couldn't be heard. Bellatrix hovered over to her sister and sat beside her. The energy she felt from Narcissa was an experience she'd never had. The overwhelming consumption of dark negative feelings was more powerful than anything. The moment Bellatrix sat down next to her crying sister, however, there was a shift in action. Narcissa felt the familiar presence of her sister only to throw that feeling away as grief.

"Cissy... I'm sorry." Bellatrix didn't really know what to say or how to articulate it. "Narcissa... I'm sorry I was always a nuisance to you. I controlled you like a toy instead of caring for you like family. I abused you. I lost sight of what we had as children. I lost the ties of family as I gain power and darkness... my infatuation. It turned me into a monster and you of all people were it's victim."

There became a stillness to the air. Narcissa had stopped crying an Bellatrix has begun. She didn't have the pride or visage she had to keep on to hide behind anymore. She was able to show emotion finally. Bellatrix hugged her sister so tight. Narcissa only felt a cold chill travel along her body where Bellatrix's arms touched her.

"Cissy, I am so sorry." Midst that sentence Narcissa stood. It was time for her to regain her nobility and pull herself together. The pain of spilling her heart to Narcissa but not being heard hurt worse than she original thought. What had she done. Now she was stuck to wander the mortal realm as nothing more than a gust of cold wind. Something positive had to able to come out of this situation. She genuinely hoped at least. This new existence, if you could call it that, was to be a dark paradise. It would to be beautiful but lonely with its own unique melancholic atmosphere.

Bellatrix finally rustled up and took a walk as the sun began to set. This freedom to not have goals, ambition, or reason was actually quite comforting to her. The pressure of society and Voldemort no longer stressing her. She walked barefoot to a little stream and looked into the water. She's reflection showed her sunken eyes and pale ghastly skin. She looked dead from just the bags under her eyes. Would her appearance continue to degrade? As eternity goes on will she just exist and become a ghoulish zombie?

She was still wearing that strange white dress. It made her even more haunting in appearance even though only she could see it. She thought to herself that she wasn't happy with how she looked. Bellatrix wished to herself she could fix it. Could she be beautiful again like herself before she went to Azkaban? Her eyes had drifted from her reflection to the sky and only when they traveled back to the water did they full widen in awe. She was young again. Her will made her appearance change. She closed her eyes again and wished for a different look. When she fluttered eyes open and saw Narcissa staring back at her in the reflection. Bellatrix could be someone completely different in this new life, but she reverted herself to her younger self again. There was no point in being a new person. She was herself and acting as someone else was a worthless effort especially since it was just her. It was to be a lonely existence but she'd face it with a fortitude until absorbed back into the universe's energy. That waiting was the most anxiety producing. Never knowing when you'll die, again. It was a second life and Bellatrix said this loneliness and clear thinking was her punishment for what she'd done. She could reflect on her actions and feel the strain it should have put on her. It was well a deserved torture.